Dischordia

These are forgotten strains

of a melody once sung,

In a time that no longer

remembers.

 

Only I remember,

  but I sing off key;

unable to find the means

  to do otherwise.

 

Or do I dream

  that you stand,

the song caught in the wind?

 

I reach,

I awaken,

I weep.

 

And you are gone.

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